Bare feet on the sand when the sun sets down to begin rising

the wind kisses the sand and that forms a new horizon

it's telling me something I don't know, but I can feel it

old and new, never been here at the time when I actually need it

Tilted trees
Ambient sea
And the whispering cold

I shouldn't stay here, but I want to
I should care about me, my mind says I aught to

right here where we met it seems a moment ago
I wash out this stain, even though I don't want to

finding this thought is my greatest achievement
I choose the other me and I know that want to.